Remember like printing every sad face, the trees of 3 children at chewing rice to hit how many are the hotel in the mouth ... 0: 00/6: 46 NamQuÊng, Tu Ky town (Tu Ky district, Hai Duong Province), is a poor village in the southern southern soupled southern peaceful river. The war years, my father served in the army, just go away
. My mother's mother struggled to worry about, taking care of a great man. In the middle of the enemy escalation bombing the North is also the time when my mother's health declines. There is no longer floating in the job, the mother attends a vocational training
No meal! Since her mother learned a vocational mother, it was possible to earn a daily meal, even though I was nitrogen, to feed 7 In-house mouth has also been a process of "sweating, boiling tears". Cross-five-year war years, such as a large rural countryside in the North, performing the slogan "without a lack of weight , Military does not lack a person, all for the front line, "my rural people are always gone, worry about rice seeds, manh coat, contributing to the battlefield. The village is still poverty, farmers who make floods "a two dew" in the fields. My family was annoyed with a hat job.Cha was a military officer, who followed his "leisurely" profession (the way of the village's way of the village at the time of hats), but the family's life was still extremely extreme Both farmers. My mother was weak, having a long stretching toothache, who kept working, greatly affected the work.Cha and my mother (photo provided by the author) Hat made, every month to submit products, Usually only reach 2/3 assigned norms. I am a son so I'm wrong to pay a cone. Every month, there must be a new 7 kilometer long distance to get the product. Look at the family of families in the nest, which house holds a hat, stacking the high pile, and his house is only one of them, collecting in the corner of the corner, thinking it feels too much! Mother had to work hard to suffer, although the health was poor, still tried to work hard, replacing his father-raising feet
Poor hungry years, my family is more and more in the welding scene. The sound is "warehouse rice" but there are months enough to eat! Every month, the whole house looks at a dozen food balances, there are one-third to padded (Bo Bo seeds, solid corn seeds like stone ...). There are months, people "mistakenly" for the decaying rice, the rice has hatched with rice rice of farmers, eating, and filled with paddy, housing and deep. The salary of the parent sent only some part of the learning of the children, sundries. After liberating, my family's life has not escaped poverty. The extremely highest way to carry around the neighbors to borrow rice without. Any house told "over"! My mother had to rely on the implants of Hoang Tinh, Dong Rieng spread throughout the garden, to the harvest season to get rice. Meals move out, rice "runs every place a particle", remaindered with Hoang Tinh, Dong Rieng Thai into pieces. Chewing, swallowing not floating! There are lunches going to school, seeing the house is empty, the stomach is hungry. The neighbors told "Mother told her fevered to eat rice, the house was running out of rice," ... on top of the hotel! There are two memories that every time I remembered, my heart saw Xang.ney 1979, the period Many complex fluctuations occur. My father - then the deputy editor of the People's Army Magazine (now the National Defense Journal) - Busy on the battle of agencies, so the house time is rare. A Father's Chairman - Uncle Le Bang, Deputy Editor-in-Chief of the People's Army Magazine, on a business trip visited my family. At that day, she ran out of her neighbors to "borrow" the chicken The roof, about making guest rice. The feed is served. Because of hungry, the big guy was me (the sister went on business since 1977) taking rice to eat first. But suddenly "coat" - her own mouth, I hurry out. And the rice pieces are re-folded, then continue to be crunching in the mouth .- The rice of the hotel is the hotel, do not eat me! Mom checked the rice cooker, seeing many hotels, rushing to say: - Where is the rice? ? - I opened Ang, all smooth, saw a rice bag placed next to so I could take it. - Death! It was the rice rice it was out from ever, my mother put in the bag. By hearing that, hurriedly, the core soothed the sadness: - Let me make the bowl of rice, eat the hotel it "horizontal" How to do it! - I have an error! The raw fruit, unable to eat unofficially. Let me ask me to swore the rice to blow the other, it's done. - No need, Ms Nham. My grandchildren soldiers soldiers, suffered. He turned to go to the encouragement: - Eat and go to the grandchildren, don't meet the hotel, don't chew but swallow in. In 1980, I volunteer into the army - Unit 249 , Cong Binh Song Lo Brigade. After 6 months of training, strenuous workers, I was able to visit a little home to visit the house at a few days. I - the writer (right cover - the image provided by the author) on the day I went back to Hanoi to visit my father . The young children are happy, because in their eyes, this is the first time, the longest in his life of the brother, now met. And I, I kept standing blankly and behind my neck like there are thousands of needle nases when looking back at the scene of hiu, fiber, small kids, even if the time is not. Young . Dịch vụ:
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